your regimented sleep pattern would seem to account for your enviable ability to develop a healthy career, but instead it reveals an unhealthy fixation with the opening shot of Lost in Translation. over the years this has turned you into a connoisseur of the artist whose work inspired that image, John Kacere.

you think about these images all the time, they have taken up years of your night life. one night you even kicked cine out of your apartment when he had nowhere else to go, just so you could practice your obsession without distraction. between 8-9pm, you attain some sort of satisfaction and/or extreme excitement.

your life is very much like this scene in Head-On (aka Against The Wall, aka Gegen Die Wand), you often drive recklessly at high speeds while listening to depeche mode. somehow everything always works out in the end, you always manage to get away with it like some kind of blessed madonna demonstrating what it feels like for a girl. cbrad knows! but watch out one of these days when everything feels right -- you're moving, you've got depeche mode going -- it could just as easily go wrong.